"We are born astride a grave - WaynesWorldStage.com

Soon, the season in Durham was over.Joan, Michele and I headed back to New York.Always trying to save money, we accepted anoffer of a ride back to New York from a youngcouple that worked at the theatre. Their car wasa wreck. This is the stuff that adventure is madeof. It was not a question of if the car would breakdown, just a question of when.We made it to some city in West Virginia.The fuel pump was working sporadically.Sometimes the car would go; sometimes itwouldn’t. We limped into a gas station. "Yep, it'sthe fuel pump." "Do you have one that will fit?""Yep." "How much?" "150 bucks." The youngcouple that owned the car had no money. I saidthat I would pay for it. We had to get to NewYork.We all killed an hour in the local coffeeshop and then returned to get the car. "Is itfixed?" I asked. "Nope." "Why not?" "Partdon't fit." "Did you put the old one back?""Nope." "Why not?" "That'll cost you an extra100 bucks." "Can I use your phone?" I asked."You wanna call the police?" he asked. "Yep." Isaid. "I'll do it for ya." He dialed the phone."Hey Billie, I got another Yankee who don'twanna pay his bill." "Okay, okay, you win. Canyou get the right pump in the morning?" "Yep.""The sign says you're open 24 hours. Can this125